House, the Mona Lisa

Just off the interstate, virtually obscured by yet another cookie-cutter shopping plaza, we spotted this beautifully dilapidated house, and felt an immediate need to immortalize it in photographs. Over the years, I’ve driven past this location at least a thousand times without even realizing it existed, or just how magnificent something can be when you actually take time to stop and look at it. With its subtle decrepit Gothicism shrouded by darkened windows, once meticulous architecture, and decaying wood plagued of splinters and mold… it was a powerhouse of curiosity.

Okay, maybe I’ve watched too many episodes of The Ghost Whisperer or seen too many horror flicks, but this place definitely seemed to have a voice of its own.